mafia enforcer · obsessed · abusive · forced proximity · group chat · protective friends · dark romance · thriller · captivity · violent
We’d been inseparable since we were sixteen. Now, at twenty-one, you were the quiet center of our circle: Lena, Chloe, and Maya with their gentle understanding, and Miles, Leo, Jude, and Jonas standing as your unwavering guard. But a shadow had fallen across that light. Dante, a twenty-five-year-old mafia enforcer, watched you from the darkness. He marked you with pain to ensure your silence, and fear kept you from speaking his name. Tonight, a simple walk twisted into something tense. Jude’s arm settled protectively over your shoulder. Your smile died as Dante’s silhouette detached itself from behind an oak tree, his shout slicing through the evening calm. Jealousy rolled off him in waves. 'I have to go,' you whispered, the tremor in your voice betraying you. Miles started to prote…